Now.
In Great Qin, Ying Zheng was watching the scene.
In the Han Dynasty, Liu Bang's gaze was solemn.
In the Great Tang, Li Shi Min watched from afar.
The emperors of the various dynasties were looking at the sky. An image appeared on the Golden Roll.
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In the latter half of the year, China experienced a heavy snowfall. It was bone-chilling cold.
The New Youth Magazine moved to Beijing.
Chen Duxiu lowered his head and coughed violently. The teacup in his hand was already cold, but he didn't stop writing.
The others around him were also busy. Some were carrying documents and running around, while others were preparing to print them. They began to work hard.
East of the shirt.
The rickshaw driver was suffering from frostbite, but he was still running with all his might.
It was rare for the paperboy to wear a pair of thick cloth shoes.
A figure dressed in a police uniform from the Republic of China was standing on the street, giving orders to pull away the frozen beggar.
The warlords of different sizes under the Republic of China started to fight for territory.
Kawasaki continued to spy on China's territory. A few Kawasaki generals in casual clothes had just left the north with a map.
At Fudan Public School, some students stood in the heavy snow and read a new youth magazine, thinking about the future of the country.
The Golden Roll continued.
In 1915, it was snowing heavily. Li Shutong sent off his good friend Xu Huanyuan, who had committed suicide because of the second revolutionary. He was sad.
It was snowing heavily and the sky was dark.
When the biting cold wind whistled past his ears, his footsteps finally stopped.
Li Shutong looked at the former representative of Chengnan Literature Society, the top new poet in Shanghai.
It was also his best friend, Xu Huanyuan.
It was only when he saw the wrinkles on his good friend's face that he realized that his good friend was 38 years old this year.
They were no longer the young, carouse youths of the past.
"Brother Shutong, my family is bankrupt.”
Xu Huanyuan's face was covered in tears. She turned around and carried the box.
He didn't even go into his best friend's house and walked further and further away in the wind and snow.
Li Shutong stood in the snow and watched his back disappear into the snow for an hour.
Miss Ye called out from the side, but Li Shutong did not say anything in the end. He only felt that sorrow was like a tide, drowning him.
The tears of a good friend's farewell flowed on the spot, as if they were imprinted in the bottom of his heart.
At that moment, he turned around, closed the door, and let Miss Ye play the piano.
Sorrow surged in his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes as he raised the brush and wrote down.
" Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass and green sky ask you when you will come back. When you come, don't linger.”
The disappearance of an era was destined to be accompanied by sacrifices. Some sacrificed their lives, some sacrificed their feelings.
At this moment, the snow became heavier and heavier, as if it was going to bury everything.
The inventory text unfolded.
Cai Yuanpei was appointed as the president of Capital University. He supported the New Culture Movement, advocated academic research, advocated freedom of thought, and was inclusive.
The scene appeared.
It was still a cold winter with heavy snow.
Because he was unwilling to cooperate with the Republic of China ruled by Yuan Shikai, Cai Yuanpei, who resigned from the Ministry of Education and went to the country, finally returned to his hometown.
At this moment, Cai Yuanpei raised his head and looked at the school gate.
The gate in the heavy snow looked a little worn out.
Young men in school uniforms came and went.
Some people said that the atmosphere in this school was very bad. The students did not do their proper work, and the teachers went to places of love and advised him not to insult his reputation.
Cai Yuanpei's voice was very soft, as if he was telling himself.
"If we really start with education, it might be possible to turn the country around.”
"The world is in chaos, and times are difficult. When the students grow up, they will be a new hope.”
"I really hope to see the light here.”
The heavy snow and haze could not stop the students from bursting with vitality.
Cai Yuanpei walked into the school with the documents in his arms.
His back was straight, like a flag in this bone-piercing cold, more like a flame, swaying and unwilling to die out.
The students around him came and went. At that moment, Cai Yuanpei saw a magazine.
Many of these students seemed to be watching and discussing, waving their arms excitedly.
Shanghai Press's New Youth
Cai Yuanpei was also reading it. He saw one of the articles, signed by Chen Duxiu.
The golden scroll continued.
Li Dazhao and Zhang Shizhao met in Kawasaki and wrote articles for Jiayin Magazine. Zhang Shizhao appreciated Li Dazhao's thoughts, so the two formed a deep friendship.
At that moment.
Beijing.
When Li Dazhao returned home, he was covered in snow and wind, and the cold was bone-chilling.
He was still holding his previous draft in his hand and was about to go back to the study to tidy it up. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit.
That's right, Zhang Shizhao had contacted him as soon as he returned to the country and started Jiayin Daily again.
The Jiayin monthly magazine was stopped after the tenth issue.
However, enlightenment was not something that could be obtained just by watching from the sidelines.
Zhonghua could not wait any longer.
His daughter, Xing Hua, was still young, not even seven years old. When she saw Li Dazhao coming home, she walked over.
"What did you do?"
Facing his daughter, Li Dazhao held her hand and squatted down. His gaze was gentle but serious.
"I'm going to write."
"Why are you writing? It's snowing outside.”
Li Dazhao was silent for a moment before looking out the window.
"Child, it's snowing all over China. We're sweeping the snow. When you grow up, you have to sweep the snow too.”
"When the snow is swept clean, the chaotic times will be over.”
The child nodded, not fully understanding.
Li Dazhao returned to his study and took out the New Youth Magazine.
He looked at the new comments on it, and hope appeared in his eyes.
He was waiting for the new youth newspaper to publish, waiting for the Chinese nation to awaken, waiting for them to find a new path.
The words on the golden list appeared.
This year, under Li Dazhao's suggestion, Chen Duxiu, who founded New Youth Magazine, decided to officially develop his career in Beijing.
Beijing.
Liu Bannong, who had participated in the first revolution to establish the Republic of China, and Qian Xuantong, who had studied under Zhang Taiyan, were both present.
At this moment, Liu Bannong spoke.
"It's strange that in the capital, these scholars don't leave after coming, no matter how poor they are.”
"Why?" Chen Duxiu asked with a smile.”
Qian Xuantong, who was sitting at the side, looked serious."Good people and bad people are mixed together. It's all-inclusive, and opportunities and risks coexist. Brother Zhongfu, this 'New Youth' is like a fire in this winter, lighting up the light of hope for the rejuvenation of China.”
At this moment, Chen Duxiu nodded seriously.
"Du Xiu came this time to pay his respects to everyone and help 'New Youth', to make this fire burn even brighter.”
When he heard Qian Xuantong's suggestion to let Chen Duxiu move the new youth to the capital, Chen Duxiu spoke.
"Can the new youth gain a foothold in Beijing?”
Liu Bannong also nodded fiercely.
"It's not just a foothold. It's a foothold in the capital.”
Chen Duxiu thought of Li Dazhao's suggestion.
"The purpose of the new youth is to create a new generation.”
"What's a newbie? New students, new workers, new farmers, new bureaucrats, all classes had to be reformed before society could change.”
At this moment, he looked at the capital.
Even though he was lonely, he understood that this era needed the expansion of new youths.
Finally, Chen Duxiu made up his mind and spoke in a low voice.
"Then let's move the new youth to the capital. From the capital onwards, we'll create a new generation!”
His long robe fluttered in the wind. Chen Duxiu had his hands behind his back as he faced the heavy snow. The path of enlightenment had begun.
A new list appeared on the Golden Roll.
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In 1915, Zhao Shiyan was admitted to the Affiliated High School of Beijing Normal University. Under the influence of the new youth sponsored by Chen Duxiu, he joined the New Culture Movement and got to know Li Dazhao and others. He participated in the editor-in-chief of many advanced journals such as the People's Weekly, which opposed imperialist and feudal ideas.
The scene unfolded.
Two years ago, Beijing welcomed a student with a bandaged finger.
He stood in the crowd and looked inconspicuous. Only his eyes were burning as he looked at the capital in front of him. He lowered his head and looked at the New Youth Magazine in his hand.
His name was Zhao Shiyan.
After the intense resistance of the Outsiders '21-point agreement, he came to the capital after writing the blood letter.
He knew that he should join the new generation of youths. Mr. Chen Duxiu was right. Only by creating a new generation of youths could he see the hope of China.
He really wanted to see the future of this nation.
He had indeed joined the New Youth Movement and organized the work-study program.
Now, in the middle of the night, he lowered his head, but the pen in his hand did not stop. In fact, the more he wrote, the more excited he became.
He was discussing the future of China and looking for a new path.
"There are many shortcomings in Chinese society. Bureaucrats, financial magnates, and warlords are called the Republic of China, but they are actually fragmented.”
" China should choose a new path. It should be the fairest, the most equal, without warlords, tycoons, and the advanced ideas of the racial world.”
This young man who had faced 21 of them in the past and could only write a blood letter with his broken finger in grief and indignation gradually matured.
He also finally realized that saving the country was not just a matter of passion, but also the mindset of every Chinese citizen.
Mr. Chen Duxiu, Mr. Li Dazhao, Mr. Zhang Shizhao, Mr. Qian Xuantong…
They were all trying their best to pave the way, experimenting, trying and making mistakes.
"Hope is on everyone in China.”
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Han Dynasty.
Dong Zhongshu's pupils constricted, and he clenched his sleeves tightly in shock.
What did he see?
Because a group of people could not see the future of a big country, they created a new generation of people with their own hands. With the huge number of people in the country, they brainstormed and thought about how to find a path that was suitable for China!
"In this era, there are too many geniuses who are extraordinary!”
Great Qin.
Li Si was stunned when he saw the figure on the Golden Roll.
When someone in a country began to awaken every citizen, when these citizens were awakened, stood up, and continued to appeal.
He did not dare to imagine what kind of grand world it would be.
Moreover, there was more than one person shouting.
Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao, Qian Xuantong, Liu Bannong, Zhao Shiyan
More and more people began to think about the future of this country.
"It's really a hundred schools of thought contending, and the times are bitter!”
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Now.
A new text appeared on the Golden Roll.
On January 1, 1917, Hu Shi launched a literature improvement campaign. Cai Yuanpei was ready to continue inviting Chen Duxiu to come, while he began to welcome Hu Shi.
The scene unfolded.
This year, Hu Shi, who had just returned from overseas, sat in his office and looked at the poems he had written.
Yes, vernacular poetry.
The 26-year-old bespectacled young man spoke seriously.
"Now that the old era and the old system have been overthrown, it is advocated to create a new generation of young people.”
"Let them continue to read classical Chinese, starting from the Four Books and Five Classics. Otherwise, they won't be able to read the allusions.”
Hu Shi, who had always been a man of few words, had been thinking about this path for a long time.
He had also seen other people's revolutionary ways of dealing with politics and systems, but he knew that this was not his path. This path was too dangerous and foggy.
He would work hard to find the right path for China.
However, he chose to…
"I want the commoners to be able to understand the words.”
At this moment, Cai Yuanpei looked at this young man as if he had seen a brand new path.
The golden roll was towering. The citizens, merchants, emperors, and officials of all dynasties were looking at it.
The stocktaking continued.
On February 1, 1917, New Youth published its first batch of vernacular poems, openly expressing its stance on the old morality and culture. Chen Duxiu served as the commander, Hu Shi and others served as flag bearers, and brazenly waged war against feudal ideology.
A shocking scene appeared!
At this moment.
Chen Duxiu raised his head and looked at Zhao Shiyan and Hu Shi.
He was no longer supporting the new youths alone, but gradually gathered a group of fellow disciples.
" The reason why China's political circles are still shrouded in darkness after three revolutions is entirely because of the old ethics and morals that have been entrenched in the minds of the people. They are the shackles of thought that have been passed down for more than two thousand years!”
He knew what it meant for him to publish his theory on the literary revolution in the New Youth Forum.
The Qing Dynasty had just fallen, and in this era full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality, the old pedants of the country would not watch them push the statue of Confucius and Mencius to their hearts!
The warlords wouldn't just stand by and watch them break through the high ranks of the warlords!
"We will be targeted by the warlords, but we are fearless.”
"Thoughts must be reformed, must be reformed!”
At this moment, he was extremely determined.
On the streets of the capital.
A young student chanted,"Overturn the outdated and extravagant classical literature and build a fresh and honest realistic literature."
The old scholar with a braid on his head roared with a red face.
"Who wrote this? The benevolence, righteousness, and morality passed down by the ancestors had now become obsolete, treasonous, treasonous!”
The paperboy raised his hand and shouted.
"New youth, new ideas, overthrow the sculpted and flattering aristocratic literature, and build an easy and lyrical national literature!”
The officers of the Republic of China clenched their fists when they saw this scene.
"Flattery, these scholars, how dare they!”
At this moment, the literary revolutionary group, the new youth, was about to be enlightened and become the beginning of the debate of a hundred schools of thought.
And at this moment, the era officially began.
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